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so this is the rough beginning of a story i started awhile back.
i'd like some additional feedback if you guys don't mind. XD
(it won't let me post the link to the other question so i have to post the story again)
I wasn't quite sure how much more damage I could have done to myself. My body hung limp over the side of a cold tub. I wonder who will find me here. I must be dead now because I'm standing outside myself watching my body lying there covered in dry blood. What a beautiful girl I used to be before all of this. All of the alcohol and drugs in the world wasn't worth this. I never intended for this to kill me, I just needed a razor as a release.
I can imagine the look on my mothers face, a look of shock and awe, she might show a little compassion for once and cry a little. Maybe my father will hold her like he used to. My poor grandparents won't see this coming, to them I was still the little blonde baby doll that used to live and breath the Cabbage Patch Kids. If they only knew how much they were wrong now.
I wonder how this little mess happened, must of have not paid attention to how deep I was going. Every now and then I would have a close call and black out, but I always made it through. I wonder why I'm not with Jesus right now? Maybe he just doesn't want to handle my shit anymore. Maybe there is no Jesus.
this is all fictional btw.
i'd like some additional feedback if you guys don't mind. XD
(it won't let me post the link to the other question so i have to post the story again)
I wasn't quite sure how much more damage I could have done to myself. My body hung limp over the side of a cold tub. I wonder who will find me here. I must be dead now because I'm standing outside myself watching my body lying there covered in dry blood. What a beautiful girl I used to be before all of this. All of the alcohol and drugs in the world wasn't worth this. I never intended for this to kill me, I just needed a razor as a release.
I can imagine the look on my mothers face, a look of shock and awe, she might show a little compassion for once and cry a little. Maybe my father will hold her like he used to. My poor grandparents won't see this coming, to them I was still the little blonde baby doll that used to live and breath the Cabbage Patch Kids. If they only knew how much they were wrong now.
I wonder how this little mess happened, must of have not paid attention to how deep I was going. Every now and then I would have a close call and black out, but I always made it through. I wonder why I'm not with Jesus right now? Maybe he just doesn't want to handle my shit anymore. Maybe there is no Jesus.
this is all fictional btw.